I Was A Young Boy

i was just being a girl.we felt the urge to turned around... and saw a tall man with close ripped apart and old shoes that had missing shoe lysis and the smell of someone that has not showered in days.

I peeked in through the door, I noticed there was nothing on the inside except an old folding chair

It was the end of the school year, and I was super excited to go home, jump on the couch and have the snuggly feeling I had last summer. When my dad came home he called me up to his room,

ANSWER: “When you first come home everything is perfect. Everyone is so happy. After a while I started feeling out of place because my family had been taking care of themselves for so long and created a new life for themselves. Everything I was once doing before I left, they started doing on their own. It added stress

The moonlight beamed on my room and then I saw the rest of him. His skin was a ghostly white skin color and his hair was as dark as the night. His white hoodie was stained with blood from all his latest victims and was wearing what looked like black dress pants and black sneakers. Then he spoke it, the words that only a demonic being would say, that will haunt me forever to this day. “Go to Sleep”. I was so scared I started to

Walking out of my room I appeared in Charlie's door way, surprised to see him gazing out of his

The closet was musty, small, and had a door with little slots to look out of. I had a key to his apartment and I had left some items in his apartment, which he would not return, so I came to

To understand film as history or rather, history as film – is to be able to differentiate and acknowledge not only “[the] source or a document only of its aesthetic history, but of history in general.” Although some individuals may interpret history to come before film, the collection and portrayal of past historical events would have been difficult, if not impossible, without the invention of the kinetoscope in 1888, by famous persona Thomas Edison. “Kineto” to mean movement and “scope” to watch – it was originally to be viewed by a single person at a time, however, through the modern use of technology, films can be viewed by many around the world. The perception that film can function as history is not to be mistaken with the misunderstanding

Yet then I moved to the second door that led into where my teammates and coaches would normally be, but as i opened the door and a couple hurried steps into the locker room, there was complete darkness. I turned around to exit the darkness but the door latched behind me, and was locked. I was alone.

The group exchanged glances and we continued on towards the door. We opened it, but there was no dramatic display of wall torches or creeping shadows, no grand throne and no evil laugh. Instead, there was just a man. No black cloak and hood. No monstrous being. Just a man, and he was dressed in simple clothing.

I stepped in, there was two old coaches, and a small TV in the living room and the kitchen was a mess. There were dirty dishes everywhere and a small table in the middle of the room where there was unpaid bills scattered on top. I turned to my left and walked up the creaky stairs to find a hallway that seems to be endless. I walk in to the first door to my left to find…. Well barley anything. There were some uneven floorboards and a small window in the corner of the

Indeed, I shouldn’t have discovered that he had been there, except for the disarrangement of the drapery about the corpse’s face, and for observing on the floor a curl of light

It was here that I refocused, as my five other friends and I were handed our own room key and headed upstairs. The room wasn’t special or unique compared to others, but to us, nothing was better.

When I was a little kid in kindergarten, I would let my friends talk me in to doing stupid things. We would lie to try and get out of trouble, but it never seemed to work when I was little. This is when I learned it is not always best to follow along and do what my friend or friends are doing.

When I was a little girl I always fought for other people’s rights in society. My mother used to ask me where I got that passion from, and told me it was not from her or my father. I always seemed to care about the people that did not have anything, or did not get to do what I did and thought of as normal. I would not say that I grew up in a racist or particularly prejudice home, but throughout the years I realized that many people in my family expressed dislike toward people that were different from us. People that they thought ruined our society and challenged the way we lived in Sweden. When I say “they” I am talking about people of different color, religions, cultures or views on life. Esentially, people that were not like us, or what we considered “normal”. I remember multiple times during out family meetings or when we started talking about immigrants and how alone I felt with my thoughts on it. My family, with Grandpa in front, expressed a completely different view on the subject. Their view were that we should stop immigration because the immigrants just took our money and were too lazy to work. I was the only one to tell them that they were wrong, and that they should not assume things like that about people. I gave many long speeches about how these people were here for a reason and that we should help them in any way we could. However, that always seemed to be laughed at. No one took me seriously, maybe because I was young or because they did not think I was